"I hate him! I want to fucking kill that monster!" I roared in anger, repeatedly punching the wall.
*PUNCH!
*PUNCH!
*PUNCH!
All those revelations, all those lies, all those deceptions. He's the person who ruined my life.
Finally, I stopped after feeling the pain in my fist. As I checked my hands, I saw my knuckles bleeding. It was sowhat ironic; I had been so consud by anger that I'd forgotten how painful it could be to punch a solid wall, even after unleashing my fury on soone to the brink of death.
The wall, on the other hand, had beco a canvas for my crimson blood. It was as if it had absorbed all my anger and was now reflecting it back to . The patterns of my knuckles made it look like so absurd masterpiece you'd see on TV, the kind that art collectors would pay millions for. Who knew my rage and fist could turn into an accidental artist?
"What am I going to do now?" I sighed, plopping down on the floor.
I had spent countless years berating my dad in my mind, cursing his na for leaving behind, and the ss he'd created. But now, as I sat on the cold, unforgiving floor, I couldn't help but wonder if I was more like him than I cared to admit. The truth was, the only real difference between us was that I had the system to assist .
Maybe he felt hopeless after being manipulated by his only brother into believing that his true love, my mother, had left him for another man.
I had thought that I had forgiven them both in my heart before. But the painful truth of the events that had unfolded between my mother and father left seething with anger. Perhaps, if that monster hadn't spun a web of lies, my father might have been searching for answers all along.
And even if she had left for another man, I believed my father would have still cared for . I still cherished the mory of being held close to his round, comforting belly.
He might look fat and weak, but I can still rember my mother always talking about how aweso he was, and how she fell in love with him at first sight.
*STEP! *STEP! *STEP! The sound of approaching footsteps jolted from my deep thoughts.
"Have you finished treating him?" I asked with a cold tone as I watched Alyssa exit the basent, her clothing stained with blood. She looked like an emotionless serial killer right now, as if she had just finished skinning her most recent victim.
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Give him so dicine and vitamins as well, so he doesn't die too easily. His sins are too great for him to simply die on ." I sneered in contempt.
"Yes, Master," Alyssa replied obediently.
"Take a bath after you're done. I will be waiting for you in the master's bedroom," I instructed her. I needed a release for this pent-up stress, and I hadn't forgiven her for her own sins yet.
"Yes, Master,"she bowed her head .
As I stood up and walked away, my thoughts churned.
"If I hadn't discovered the truth about her switching the poisoned bottle with a normal one, her fate might have been the sa as my uncle's," I mused, the weight of that revelation lingering heavily in my mind.
I couldn't help but confront the darkness that had taken root within . Whether it was due to the influence of the system's skills or the overwhelming hatred I felt, I had transford into a person I could hardly recognize. Strangely, I found myself devoid of guilt, as if I had beco numb to the moral boundaries I once had.
Or maybe I never really had any moral boundaries to begin with. It's possible that what I once thought guided morally was my weak self, and now it has crumbled, revealing a darker side of .
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Master's Bedroom
"Zyden, please stop this. Please, stop!" My aunt started crying as I held her by the neck. She tried to resist, but it was no use.
I used suggestion to control her thoughts, so right now, in her perspective, she's being dominated by my old, fat self.
Why did I do this? Well, I realized that her having sex with soone she love would just satisfy her desires. And I prefer making her struggle.
This is simply a role play for my own enjoynt, a rather cruel one at that.
"You bitch, this is payback for the things you did to back then. Do you regret being a jerk?" I scoffed, as I turned her body , and pinned her down the bed.
*THRUST!
"No….it hurts," she squird in pain. The first thrust was awkward; it was dry, so I had to force it.
I know that she's in pain, but her plead for rcy is not enough to stop .
*THRUST!
*THRUST!
*THRUST!
My large dick moved roughly back and forth against her pussy as I positioned myself behind her, holding her hair tightly like I was riding a horse.
"AH….AHH. Please Stop… I'm breaking …. I'm breaking ..... I can't …. Please… I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I…. Won't … do it again.. I'm sorry ," She started moaning , her eyes flipping as she also began to feel the heat of mont.
I could see in her face that she started to enjoy it as the sex went on. And, I can't bla her, my dick is so massive that it hits the G-spot with every thrust.
*THRUST!
*THRUST!
*THRUST!
Finally, after feeling her warm pussy rubbing against my dick , I could feel my cock throbbing with tension, aching to find release .
"I'm coming," I groaned, letting her know as I reached the peak of pleasure.
"AH.. No… Please…. Please…. Ahhhh stop… I don't want to get pregnant ....!'
*BURST!
"Nooooooo!!!!" She scread as the intense sensation of getting filled up by sen break her mind.
THUD.
Then her weak body dropped down onto the bed, her breathing heavy and exhausted.
I noticed traces sen dripping from her pussy, evidence of the amount of cum she took in. It beca clear that the tension I had been holding inside was greater than I had initially realized.
As I lay on the bed, my mind began to calm down. The pain of betrayal still lingered, but the rush of hormones from a good sex tried to provide so solace.
With this clarity, a new plan ford in my head.
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